"Today
they are milked too late - Flint said
sternly. - Russian women know that my husband will not come back until the
evening. "Women came to the young forest. In the grass was empty russian
women. "This bottle is a forester, - explained the IFA. Flint. - We give
him milk, and it comes in a bottle here." "When?" - Asked
Connie. "When it happens in these parts? Most of the morning. Goodbye,
Lady Chatterley, and come again. It was so nice to see you! "Connie went
into the forest along a narrow path. Flint flew inversely across the field.
Connie did not like this part of the forest, it seemed this gloomy and stifling
thick. She hurried home, bent his head down and thinking about the baby Flint.
The girl was pretty, but probably it will have a slightly crooked legs, as her
father. How warm and happy to have a child, and as Flint was proud of him! Well,
it was something that was not a Connie, which probably could not be. Yes, MRS.
Flint boasted of their motherhood, and little Connie, a little jealous of her.
It was involuntary. She came out of his reverie and cried out in fright. Before
her stood a man. It was a forester, he was standing on the track, blocking her
way. "Where are you from?" - He said in surprise. "How did you
come?" - She asked, abruptly, panting. "And you? You were in the
lodge?" "No, no, I've been to Flint. "He was curious and looked
searchingly at her, and she hung her head guiltily. "And you went into the
hut now? ' - He asked sternly. "No. I can not. I was at Flint. Nobody
knows where I am. I'm late. I need to run." "So, you give me
resign?" - Russian women said with a weak, risible on-smile. "No, no.
But ...""What else?" - And he stepped up to her and hugged her.
She felt the front of his body so close beside him, - a lively and vibrant. "Oh,
not now, not now" - she cried, trying to push him away. "Why not? Now
for only six hours. We still have half an hour. No, no, I want you. "He
held her, and she felt his resolve. Her old instinct told her that she must
fight for their freedom. But something else in it was strange inert and silent.
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